I think I like being out of debt for a change.

J’s Diary Entry 13 April 2003 God, has been ages since I wrote in  here. OK, will resort to point form: have been interviewing potential housemates, am in line for a $1,200 bonus from work Jade has quit her job and appears to be on the verge of a depressive breakdown; and got my short story published in Melbourne Times I think that’s all the … Continue reading I think I like being out of debt for a change.

It sucks being a desk jockey with no real skills.

J’s Diary Entry 14 January 2003   Aw JEZUZ, back at work, wot hell! Went over to McKenzie’s for dinner on Monday night and made an ass of myself in front of Crazy Kel’s extremely attractive gay brother. I didn’t even realise he was gay, so I was my usual simpering, idiot self, telling unflattering stories and I wasn’t even drinking. Being back at work … Continue reading It sucks being a desk jockey with no real skills.

I want something from someone that can’t be articulated.

J’s Diary Entry 7 November 2001 Lousy day – felt nervous at work, waiting for the kick for that mailing I fucked up. Couldn’t even check Seek.com for jobs cos they’re monitoring the internet usage now.  Got lots of work done, even if I do feel like the village idiot.  I got that awful feeling today that I was profoundly unsuited to my job.  To … Continue reading I want something from someone that can’t be articulated.

I can’t wait to hear everyone missed me.

J’s Diary Entry 5 November 2001 Bit of a shopping day today.  Got up late-ish, still a bit sick but trying valiantly to eat my way to wellness.  After watching Springer (“I’m here to fulfil my Secret Lesbian Fantasy”) Jen, Jade and I walked down to Chapel Street and did some window shopping (which I’ve always considered kind of pointless – why tease yourself?) and … Continue reading I can’t wait to hear everyone missed me.

I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.

This letter was typed by J on his beat up old typewriter that he loved dearly.   Wednesday, 17 July 1996  1:49pm Hey Sis, I’m at home.  Faking a sickie.  Well, only half-faking, really.  I did feel pretty bad this morning.  I’ve been “coming down with something” for about four days: sore throat, dry cough, runny nose.  enough symptoms to lay the groundwork for a … Continue reading I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.

I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

Fax from J to S (J always posted letters, to receive a fax meant it was an ’emergency situation’   Friday 7 June 1996  17:16 Hey Sis, Mum took off about 40 minutes ago, so you’re probably all excited and everything, and I don’t mean to bring you down, but I’ve got this kind of emergency situation goin’ on and I could use some advice. … Continue reading I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

There’s a pair of Elvis sunglasses I have a real hankering for. What to do, what to do.

Monday, 8 January 1996 3:00PM Hey Sis, How ya doin’?  Can’t believe you’ve been gone almost a week. Guess where I am. Yep I’m back at work, but I’ve been relocated.  Simon and I have been prised from under our rock and shunted out into the general office space.  I’ve lost my little cubby hole Sis.  I’m now back to back with Bett.  This is … Continue reading There’s a pair of Elvis sunglasses I have a real hankering for. What to do, what to do.